Ultimate random!

Remember when I was whining about the possibility of my entire apartment being repainted? Well, I came home the other night and found brand-new blinds on all my windows.

I thought they were just doing the dining room, but they also did the living room (pictured below) and the kitchen and my bedroom, because one of the women who works for the property management firm became completely obsessed with my window coverings. She was convinced there was something wrong with them, and just couldn't understand that I never pulled them all the way up, because it would be too freaking bright in here -- I mean, who wants to wear sunglasses in their apartment? -- and rarely pulled them all the way down, because I DO like to have some light in here. And to see what's going on outside. She was convinced they were broken.

Okay, fine. Buy me new blinds. So they did.

They still look weird to me, but I don't hate them. They're definitely growing on me.

And the best part? The installers didn't leave a giant mess behind. That's a first.

There's still evidence of that giant zit on my face. It's definitely in its final days, but has turned into this annoying blemish and it's all I can see when I look in the mirror. Bleh. I'm not going to mention my lingering cough, because if I pretend it's not there, it's not there, right? Mind over matter? It probably didn't help that I stayed out late Friday night having cocktails with my friend Patti after we went to the ballet, but that was too fun to skip.

Why is it that this season's only funny episode of Saturday Night Live was last night's, when Justin Timberlake hosted? I nearly wet myself over that "Dick in A Box" video. Pretty weak, though, that they resurrected all the funny bits from his last stint as host. I mean, they were funny again, but come on. Remember when SNL was a groundbreaking, can't-miss show? Now? Meh.

Speaking of can't-miss shows, I have failed in my quest to acquire tickets to see a taping of The Colbert Report while I'm in New York this week. I made my request IN SEPTEMBER! Nada. Zip. Zilch. I wasn't even sure they were taping this week, but it appears they will be, just without me. Waah. He'll miss me, I know it. Sigh.

I finally made it to hula class the other night, for the first time since before I got sick. Holy crap. My stamina's terrible, I coughed more than I'm comfortable with, and I was a little sore the next day. I haven't been sore from hula in awhile. But I was happy to find that I hadn't gotten TOO far behind. See, we're learning a specific dance to a specific chant, and I was convinced I'd missed the final two verses. I'd only missed one, so I only felt completely lame for a little while.

I'm a dirty old woman. I'm finding my trips to buy groceries very entertaining these days because one of the cashiers at my store of choice flirts outrageously with me (and probably all the other female customers, although I've not witnessed that). The thing is? He's IN COLLEGE. He brought up his finals the other day. I felt a little dirty...but that didn't stop me from flirting right back. Ahh, fun.

Speaking of fun, I'm off to New York late tomorrow night, so I won't be around these parts again until after Christmas. I can't even tell you how excited I am about this trip. My mother's only spent one day in New York City, and that was in 1983, so I'm really looking forward to experiencing this with her. And a friend who moved across country earlier this year will be there too, so that will also be fun. Christmastime in New York! Omigod. I'm plotzing.

Have a wonderful and safe holiday!